Peeking through the crack in the door wasn’t enough—had to push it open just as her lips sealed around his cock. Thick thighs straddling his waist on the couch, no panties left to ruin. She gags twice before pulling off with a wet pop, then yanks him down by his tattoos for sloppy makeout kisses that taste like cum. No foreplay. Just raw hunger—her nails digging into his ass while he flips her onto her back mid-thrust, grinding until the cushions squeak like they’re about to break. When she comes screaming into his mouth, she doesn’t even try to hide it.
